Cedros Island

I thought I was going to die as we were tossed around in a storm on our way to Cedros.  We were happily sailing to Cedros Island and chatting about our childhood when the winds picked up.  I asked Jason if we should pull the sail down.  He said we didn't need to because we were just about to pass a point that would protect us from the weather approaching.  No bueno!  Very soon after that we were running around the boat trying to secure the sails.  The shade cover was being ripped off like a kite in the wind.  Everything was crazy.  I was terrified and thinking to myself that this could be the end of my lovely life.  Luckily it was short lived and we made it through alive.  We  finally pulled in to the protected anchorage which was surrounded by yelling elephant seals on the shore.   After we anchored I sat down for a good cry.  Jason comforted me as murderous sounds erupted from the beach.  The elephant seals were wrestling each other for a good spot on the beach.  It was a good show that I enjoyed after my melt down was over.    We were tired after another sleepless night of choppy sailing so we slept in side the cabin and set the anchor alarm on. 

That night at 4 in the morning the anchor dragged and and the alarm went off.  We had to immediately start the motor and pull the anchor up to keep from grounding the boat on shore.  We decided to head to Turtle Bay to sleep because anchoring in the dark for the third time ever would not be a good idea.  Turtle Bay was supposed to be the most protected stop on the entire coast of Baja Pacific.  It took us 8 hours to get there but the sailing was awesome.  The sun started shining and the wind picked up.  We were gliding along the water.  I love steering the boat with the sails up and the motor off.  This is what sailing should be. The land on our left side was a beautiful desert landscape and the air was finally warm enough to remove my ski jacket.   We were excited to arrive in a harbor for the first time since Ensenada.  Which I think was a week or so ago.  Time is getting really wonkie. 

I had envisioned Turtle Bay to be a beautiful harbor with turtles.  Boy was I wrong.  The place only exist because of cruisers.  It is the only place for fuel and water for hundreds of miles of coast.  It looked like the wild west with half built cement houses and dust everywhere.  No turtles. The beach was cluttered with trash and the harbor was dirty.  Most likely from the lack of concern of the diesel distributors.  As one was filling our tank he squirted a bunch of fuel in to the water when his nozzle was malfunctioning.  Bad idea buddy.  But Turtle Bay was calm and a nice sleeping stop.  I fell asleep in the sun on my stomach in my bikini and got sunburned on my buttie like never before.  My butt is the only part of me that got burned because it is the only part not tanned.  It has been super itchy ever since and I have to resist the urge to rip into my pants constantly.  Sexy!